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“Stop playing, Mariana. How about we finish your work?” He looks down at me but pauses, and I know he’s composing himself.
“I’m not sure why you’re putting up such a fight. Am I such a terrible person that you won’t take me for one drink?” I press as I shift in the chair and adjust my leg higher.
“Mariana, would you let me fucking concentrate.”
I smile as I go back to staring at the ceiling.
Bingo.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KAI
Idon’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Stay wide? I’m about as wide as a bug crawling skin for his next meal.
Licking my lips, I put the last of her ink on and try not to keep focusing on that scar. It’s hard, considering she picked her thigh for me to play on, and who has a scar like that on their skin at her age? Might have fallen off a horse, I guess. Rich chicks do that kind of thing. And with this family, who knows what’s happened.
With care, I apply the ointment before sealing it under the SecondSkin film. I turn and start stripping my gloves off. “You’re done.”
Standing, I start cleaning up again with a sigh. Could’ve stayed doing this all evening. What guy wouldn’t want a woman like her laying on their table? Every single dude on the planet wants a body as hot as this one under them. And now I’m more intrigued than I already was and thinking hard about fucking again. Stupid, especially considering Viper’s words of caution, but screw it. Can’t hurt to think, right?
“Thanks,” she says, swinging her legs over the table. I nod and keep my back to her. “You’re surprisingly gentle. What’s the plan now?” I turn back and look at her pulling her black pants on. “Are we having that drink?” Everything inside me says yes. And every piece of sense says no. “It doesn’t have to be anything else. Just talk, you know?”
I brace my hands on the table behind me, completely at odds with what this answer should be, and say the only thing that makes sense to me. “Don’t feel like talking anymore.”
“Oh. Right.” She pushes her feet into heavy boots and puts a leg up on the table near me to lace up. “No talking then.” She smirks and pops the other boot up after she’s done the first, stretching those damned legs wide. “What can we do if we’re not talking?”
My tongue runs over my teeth, and my dick wakes all the way up. “Don’t, Mariana.”
“What? I haven’t done anything.”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
She laughs and shifts to get her jacket. “Well, maybe a little. Come on, where’s the harm in a little drink? Maybe a little talk? We can just chill and have some time to relax. I need that.” She smiles and leans on the counter, arms spread and nails drumming the top of it. “I just want to get out of here and not be on my own. Come with me.”
Running my hand through my hair, I inwardly tell my dick to shut the fuck up. It’s not interested in my demands and spends the next twenty seconds persuading me into bad ideas that I should be ignoring. “Go out front and turn left. Meet me at the Seven Eleven on the corner. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Her smile widens, and before I’ve got a chance to talk myself out of it, she’s through the door and leaving.
Clocked off, I spend ten of those fifteen minutes berating myself for sheer insanity and wondering what Viper’s gonna do to me, and the other five getting my Scout out and searching for the only helmet I have. That’s all I’ve got. Maybe if she just sits behind me and we ride for a few hours, she’ll get the space she seems to need, and I’ll be able to keep my hands off her.
The moment I start pulling up at the junction, I realise that insanity is truly fucking dumb. She’s on her phone, with the lowering sunlight glinting on every feature and curve she’s got. She’s like some magical princess standing on ground she owns, somehow above every other person or thing around her. I’m damn close to twisting my wrist hard so I can just leave her there, like the civilised citizen I should be, but then she notices me and the bike.
And then comes the smile.
And the goddamn hair flick as she zips her jacket up.
Fuck.
She’s over and climbing on behind me before I get a chance to breathe. Her hands land on my back cautiously, and I push the helmet back at her so she can pull it on. One of my hands reaches back to pull hers around my waist, but she pulls it back. She’ll let me fuck her but won’t hold on? I shake my head and rev forward, braking hard straight after so she spreads wider, shoves into my back, and has to cling on. Better.
Riding starts out slow, so I know she’s capable of handling it and getting her balance. Eventually, she seems as at ease with me turning corners and accelerating as I am. I barely feel her on the back of me after a while. She’s tucked in tight, leaning exactly where I lean at the right time, and making no noise at all. And that’s all it is for a good hour. I’m just winding roads and taking us into the night. Sun’s setting low in the sky. Traffic is easing out on the open freeway, and I keep inching the speed up to past sense.
I smile and breathe deeply, enjoying everything about the time. No worries to be worrying about other than the obvious insanity I’m playing with. No jobs to be getting to other than my shift on Monday morning. We could ride all night and watch the sunrise again in some other state, maybe camp out in the desert and enjoy nothing but the freedom I’ve damn well earnt. Clearly, we’d fuck again, for a long time, and I’d end up neck-deep in more trouble I should be avoiding. My hand shifts back to lay on her thigh, and I squeeze at the thought because it’s damn hard not to think about given her fingers shifting about too close to my dick for comfort.
She taps my shoulder after some more time and points at a gas station and diner coming up, so I pull off the road and onto the ramp. Could do with some gas anyway, and watching her ass head off inside once she’s off the bike is well worth the ten-minute wait. I chuckle and fill up, pulling my phone out to check for messages. There’s only two, but one’s from Ash. I frown before opening it, unsure if I should let whatever she’s got to say pull me back there. I’m damn sure it won’t be anything pretty to read, and it isn’t.
Hey, sorry, I don't know who else to trust. Jonny’s asking for more cash. I don't have it. He's part trashed the place. Anything you can do to back him off? Ash.
